I Became the Guardian of Big Shots in the Game

With even the moon hidden by clouds.
On a pitch-black night.
Levi jumped from roof to roof.
Heading towards the mansion in the most optimal route.
‘I hope I’m not too late.’
Around the time Levi and the Special Forces members had just crushed the 3rd underworld organization.
She sensed with her power that a window had been opened from outside the mansion.
Since it was naturally a time when everyone should be asleep.
Levi judged it to be the work of an outsider.
‘I’ll make sure you pay the price for causing trouble.’
She could grasp the situation in the mansion anytime, anywhere.
And mobilized all Special Forces members to finish the job quickly.
Since there had been no one watching or trying to invade around the mansion until now.
Levi’s judgment was very reasonable, but.
Unexpectedly, a variable occurred.
Levi, who hurried back while reflecting on her mistake.
Lightly stepped over the alarm magic and entered.
When she reached the central corridor where voices could be heard.
“This time, I’ll protect big brother.”
“S-Stop, I was wro-”
Though still incomplete.
There was Hwaryon, who had drawn out her innate power.
‘As expected of a talent chosen by him.’
She’s still a young child.
And hasn’t properly learned how to handle her ability, but.
That admirable quality of voluntarily stepping up to prevent harm from coming to him.
Levi was very satisfied.
A moment later.
The translucent ears, tail, and nails that had appeared on her body gradually disappeared.
“Yaaawn~”
Hwaryon, who had returned to being a sleepy girl.
She looked quite exhausted, perhaps because she was still unskilled at handling the power.
“Mmm, bathroom…”
“Come on, big sister will take you.”
“Mm, is it Levi sis?”
Levi, who was supporting the half-asleep Hwaryon.
Slightly turned her head and ordered the Special Forces member who had followed.
“Malos.”
“Yes, miss.”
“Clean that up, and take the captured ones far away for disposal.”
“Leave it to me.”
In the mansion where he resides.
There’s no need to unnecessarily see blood, so.
Malos’ actions were swift and precise.
The ‘Knight’ organization members were dragged away.
Silently screaming under Malos’ silence magic.
*
“Again?”
Countless notification windows asking for a handshake, no, confirmation.
One fortunate point was.
This wasn’t the main story, but minor sub-quests.
Perhaps that’s why the rewards weren’t so grand either.
“Maybe this is more substantial and better?”
Total Stats +100.
[Name: Ethan]
[Status: Commoner]
[Age: 16]
[Detailed Stats: Health(128), Mana(128), Strength(113), Agility(113), Mana Sensitivity(113), Divine Adaptability(113), Luck(156), Composure(999), Hit Rate(2)]
Hit Rate seems to be calculated separately since it’s a stat added due to a skill.
Composure and Luck are special stats with a maximum of 999, so Composure stayed the same.
The rest were all applied normally.
“Now it feels like I’m at the starting line.”
The starting stats for a typical character are 100.
Health 100, Mana 100, Strength 100, and so on.
If desired, you can customize by cutting a certain amount from here and raising desired stats.
Or like a manly man, roll the chaos dice and gamble to inflate stats.
But even characters created with the chaos dice.
Weren’t as extreme in stats as Ethan.
In other words, until now Ethan was a ruined character who couldn’t say anything even if told ‘Why are you playing with this, just delete and remake?’
As his stats rose to the level of an ordinary character.
Somehow he felt lighter than before.
But even at this moment.
Ethan had no intention of putting in the legwork to push through stages himself.
‘Levi and the kids would do better than me.’
Their innate abilities and dispositions are different.
Ethan checked his own disposition with the jewel, but.
[Target: Ethan]
[Disposition: None]
There’s no way a ruined character would have such a thing.
So he gave up cleanly.
Originally, over 90% of the 1000 playthroughs were cleared by playing directly.
Why repeat the same pattern?
It’s not fun and just troublesome.
“Ah right, I should remove the magic circles first.”
He had warned people in advance not to pass through some corridors.
But just in case, Ethan left his room.
Yuria was already in the process of disabling the magic circles.
“Nothing unusual last night, right?”
“Yes, most of the magic circles are intact.”
“Most?”
“Some were lost, but there’s no need to worry. Since I made them a while ago, the formula might have been sloppy, or the circuits might have evaporated due to tangling.”
Hwarin, Hwaryon, and the servants were all fine too.
‘The inspector wouldn’t have warned for no reason.’
An uneasy feeling like something was missed.
But he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.
“Big brother!”
“Did Hwaryon sleep well?”
“Yes! But something was strange yesterday?”
“What?”
Since children often see things adults don’t.
Ethan asked Hwaryon just in case.
“I think I saw Levi sis at night!”
“But Levi left saying she’d visit home? Maybe you saw wrong?”
“Maybe?”
Hwaryon, who was tilting her head.
Tilted it seriously once and ended up losing her balance and toppling over.
“Caught you!”
Hwarin, who was approaching just then, barely caught her falling sister.
“Our Ryeon must have dreamed it? Ah, my lord. Breakfast preparations are complete.”
“Big brother, let’s eat!”
“Okay, let’s eat breakfast first.”
Thinking it was needless worry.
Ethan shook it off.
Of course, unlike the perfectly peaceful mansion.
“Kyaaaah!!!”
There was a place in an uproar from the morning.
*
Serdin Free Market.
Due to the underground boss’s warning last night.
The merchants didn’t leave their homes even at dawn.
They might get caught up in dangerous business if they left home before darkness completely lifted.
So the auction house staff who should have opened at dawn.
The porters who needed to carry goods for wages.
Everyone was full of complaints.
But.
“Urp! D-Damn, what on earth is this…”
Enough to swallow the complaint of losing a day’s wages.
A horrific scene was spread out in the central plaza of the market.
“Oh, gods…”
“Why on earth do such a thing.”
A tower stacked with dozens of human heads.
The final expressions they wore, showing how painfully they died, were all terrifying.
Kyle, who had spread the news around the market, thought he did well to cancel his appointments.
His friends all agreed with Kyle’s opinion.
The seriousness of the situation soon reached the leadership of the Merchant Association.
Murf Redich, president of the Merchant Association who rushed to the scene, had to throw up everything he ate for breakfast upon seeing the head tower.
Among those in confusion, a merchant who got used to the horror first.
Discovered a small note placed in front of the head tower.
[The end of those who opposed him.]
“Him… it says?”
The sharp merchants quickly realized who ‘him’ referred to.
But curiosity wasn’t fully satisfied yet.
“Who were these people?”
They weren’t merchants, for one.
All unfamiliar faces.
Not those annoying city council bastards who always try to raise tax rates on the Free Market.
Or those slippery nobles either.
Then who on earth?
While questions lingered for a while.
“Mmph! Mph!”
“Huh?”
The merchant who found the note.
Noticed a strange sound coming from inside the head tower.
“H-Hey! Why are you touching that!”
“There’s someone inside.”
“What?”
They pulled on a foot sticking out between the heads.
-Rumble!
As the disembodied heads rolled in all directions.
A man with a black bag over his head popped out from inside.
“Isn’t this young man the former aide?”
“Hello, come to your senses. Do you know what happened?”
“No no no no no no no…”
Michel’s eyeballs rolled in all directions.
“Can’t oppose him can’t go against him he’s a great person must never upset him.”
The merchants clicked their tongues.
And put the bag back over his head.
“He’s completely lost it.”
“Just bad luck. What did he do wrong to him for a young man to end up like this?”
Just then, a peddler arriving at the Free Market.
Shouted upon seeing one of the rolling heads.
“Oh? Herrier you bastard, you finally kicked the bucket? Kekeke!”
“Hey mister. Are you acquainted with this head?”
“Of course. He’s an executive of the capital’s underworld and a vicious criminal. Looks like he was arrested and executed in Serdin… Wait a minute. There’s a whole pile? This is a Red Rose executive, and this is a Wandering Troupe executive. Oh? There’s even a Secret Order executive? What day is it today?”
At the peddler’s answer.
The merchants’ expressions grew darker and darker.
“The five pillars of Etre’s underworld?”
“They tried to swallow up Serdin?”
“Then he…”
Protected the Free Market and the merchants.
Even without collecting protection fees!
“And we didn’t even know…”
In the merchants’ hearts.
‘Loyalty’ towards Ethan was growing rapidly.
“Everyone, let’s clean this up first. We’ll ruin today’s business at this rate.”
“Ah, right. Those with strong stomachs, please help. The Merchant Association will treat you after we’re done.”
Merchants who usually growl at each other to sell cheaper and more than the shop next door.
But they unite for the sake of the Free Market, their livelihood.
This was one of those times.
As they were cleaning up for a while.
-Clop clop clop!
Countless riders stopped in front of the Free Market.
“Who are those guys now?”
“Doesn’t look like customers.”
“Everyone stop! We’re from the Royal Inspection Bureau!”
Tom, with tobacco in his mouth as usual, got off his horse with a frown.
“The smell of blood is thick. There’s a rotten smell too. Did something happen?”
Instead of answering, the merchant pointed behind him with his thumb.
Dozens of sacks with blood pooled at the bottom.
Tom opened one of them and.
“What on earth…”
“We’re thinking the same, Inspector sir.”
To prevent underworld organization members from advancing into Serdin.
Tom, who hurriedly mobilized 3 inspection teams and rushed over.
But what greeted him was.
The already cold corpses of the five pillars’ organization members.
“Do you have any suspects in mind?”
“Well…”
“We’re not sure, sir.”
The merchants kept their mouths tightly shut.
Having just seen the end of those who opposed him.
And since he protected the Free Market.
They were merchants with a clear sense of loyalty.
*
After leisurely finishing breakfast.
And completing his exercise.
Ethan, who was playing with Hwaryon until lessons started.
“My lord.”
“What is it?”
“A guest has come to see you.”
“For me?”
Unexpectedly, a guest had arrived.